"Nicole!" he had tried and tried again, but she just wouldn't listen. "They are not my parents! You are my family... You're all I know." Nicole only smiled sadly.
"I thought this was supposed to be a going away party," Charlie complained, sparing a look towards Kyle.
"Yeah, it's a blast." Lori rolled her eyes, exasperated. Man, she was so sick of Charlie. Amanda deserved so much better... She was sweet and honest and beautiful. Charlie was only one of those things, and it certainly wasn't honest.
Declan saw how upset his girlfriend was, and it was upsetting. He just had to pretend to be upset for Lori's sake, riight... That's why he took Kyle aside. That's why he was so hurt that Kyle wouldn't tell him what was going on. For Lori's sake.
"This sucks." Declan frowned, moving as far away from Kyle as he could. As he passed, he dropped something in Kyle's hand that the shorter boy quickly pocketed. What the hell? Charlie took his opportunity to walk over. Kyle groaned.
"What you guys break up?" Charlie asked nervously, attempting a smile even when Kyle only scowled. "Look, I know you think I'm a bad guy, but..." Charlie took a deep breath. "Maybe you're right." That got Kyle's attention.
"What do you mean?" Kyle's eyebrows drew up.
"I'm lying to the only girl who has ever treated me like a human being, and I'm lying to myself if I say I love her. But I know you're lying too, Kyle. You don't remember those fruits. They're not your family." Kyle made a noise low in his throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl.
"Look, I don't know what you know, but back off," Kyle whispered, coming across a little more harsh than he had intended. "I know what I'm doing." Charlie reached up, on a whim, tucking a stray lock of Kyle's hair behind his ear.
"I know you do." With that, Charlie and Declan had both left and he was left all alone with Amanda. He sighed, his feelings playing games with his body--he suddenly felt very tired.
"Kyle, are we... going to... see each other again?" Amanda's voice sounded so soft, broken. Kyle frowned.
"I hope so."
No goodbyes, Kyle thought, toying with the object Declan had given him through his pocket. He gasped when Charlie pulled him aside... physically.
"Yes?" he gritted out, getting a bit angry. Charlie frowned.
"I'm sorry, Kyle... I should have told Amanda the truth. I should have told you the truth." Kyle grabbed Charlie's sweatshirt, pulling them closer. Now he was curious.
"What haven't you told me?" Charlie didn't know how else to answer, so he closed the gap, crushing their lips together. Kyle's eyes widened. He shoved Charlie back. Nicole poked her head around the corner, sensing the tension.
"Kyle, is everything OK?"
"It's fine," he dismissed, waving her off. She sighed, deciding that now was not the time to meddle, and went off to find her husband. "Come on," Kyle grunted, grabbing Charlie's hand and half-dragging him into his room-soon-to-be-Stephen's-workshop-again. He sighed, now that he had Charlie behind closed doors there was nothing he could think to do. So he let go, leaning against the door.
Suddenly Charlie's lips and hands were all over him, and it was all he could do not to respond. Worries forgotten, he threw his woes into Charlie's mouth, lost forever in that endless kiss. This kiss was nothing like the tentative, searching kiss they had shared on the hood of Charlie's car. This kiss was full of passion, and unspoken feelings. Kyle groaned, pushing Charlie back towards his tub. The taller boy mistook the action for rejection and put his hands up in defeat.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Charlie began, but before he could finish Kyle had wound his arms around the boy's waist and was kissing him again. Kyle moved back, never breaking the kiss, to remove Charlie's hoodie. The boy made a small noise of protest but said nothing as Kyle tossed the article of clothing away. Instead he tugged at the edges of Kyle's t-shirt. Kyle broke the contact regretfully to make quick work of both of their shirts before crushing their bodies back together. Charlie let out a gasp when Kyle's smooth abdomen brushed his. He pushed Kyle away by his arms. "You have no bellybutton." Charlie grinned. Kyle really was an alien! Or so his hysterical mind confirmed. Kyle laughed.
"No, I don't." Charlie pulled Kyle back to him in a bone-crushing embrace. Kyle took a step back, and then another, smiling as Charlie followed. He fell gracefully backwards unto the pillow in his tub, hooking a leg around Charlie's knees so he fell directly on top of him. Charlie kissed him again, more tenderly this time, sucking on his bottom lip before his tongue requested entrance. Kyle easily granted his tongue's request as they lay there, basking in each other for solid minutes.
Then Kyle remembered he had to leave soon; within the hour soon, and everything became more frantic. He trailed hasty kisses down Charlie's chest, his tongue darting out to find a hardened nipple. He took it between his teeth, happily laving it as he undid the fastening to Charlie's jeans. Kyle was taking pleasure in Charlie's writhing, moaning into the other boy's flesh when their erections brushed through the denim. He finally managed to get the last traces of clothing away from Charlie's body, and was occupying himself with exploring it with his lips and hands. Charlie had just enough presence of mind to reach out and still Kyle's movement.
"We don't have to," he managed to croak out, kissing the corner of Kyle's lips. Kyle just smirked.
"I'm leaving soon," he said flatly, always the expert at the telling of the obvious. Charlie frowned, hooking his thumbs into Kyle's belt-loops.
"I suppose we have little choice then." Charlie brought his head down so that it was level with Kyle's thickening, denim-encased cock. He paused long enough to give Kyle a seductive smile before clamping onto the zipper with his teeth and pulling down, ever-so-slowly. Kyle wriggled deliciously underneath him, desperately trying not to cry out. Charlie's smirk only widened as he made quick work of the button with his teeth as well, discarding of the whole kit and the boy's boxers. "I don't want to say goodbye, Kyle," Charlie breathed into his ear. He shuddered as their cocks slid together. Kyle wrapped his legs around Charlie's waist, begging with his body for an action he couldn't put into words.
He bucked forward so that Charlie's length rested at his perineum. Charlie leaned down, capturing Kyle's lips briefly. One of the boy's hands reached down to rest on the unfamiliar foreskin, the other teased Kyle's tense hole. Charlie massaged the patch of skin behind Kyle's balls, eliciting attractive mewling noises from the boy's throat. It also caused him to relax the ring of muscle and Charlie slipped the tip of his finger inside. Kyle hissed at the pain as the digit sought something out inside him. When the spot was found he sobbed at the white-hot sensation that left him vibrating. Charlie worked another finger into him, tortuously slow. Kyle had to fight with himself to keep quiet. But he couldn't help the displeased growl that escaped him when Charlie's finger's slipped out of him. He looked up pleadingly, and found himself accommodating a whole lot more than two fingers.
Kyle bit his lip, his head lolling back as he tried to find a place in his mind to retreat to. Charlie's hand suddenly started moving on his length again and he whined, eyes rolling up into the back of his head as the boy pushed the foreskin back and teased the underside with ghostlike touches. He squirmed and slammed back against the intrusion, sheathing Charlie in him completely. They both visibly fought for control then.
"Move," Kyle whispered hoarsely, his muscles tensing around Charlie and his eyes tightly squeezed shut. Charlie shhed him with a brush of lips and began a slow pace that was delicious and maddening. Kyle tensed and swayed, his body full with the urge to thrust.
"Relax," Charlie ordered gently. And that one word was like magic to Kyle's flesh. Suddenly his body opened up and he met Charlie thrust for thrust as the other boy synchronized a rhythm that was stroking him and stroking that place deep inside him that made him see white, but not in that unpleasant way that had wound him in the hospital. He found that when Charlie emptied his seed against his prostate with a grunt he couldn't hold back his own orgasm that coated the larger boy's hand.
They lay there for a while, in complete silence, forehead-to-forehead Charlie still fully seated in Kyle's body.
"I have to get up," Kyle said sadly, after a time. Charlie reached out, giving Kyle one last kiss before he hopped out of the strange boy's tub, wiping the cum on the blanket as he stood. Charlie took a deep breath and just took in the beautiful man he had just bedded... tubbed. He had just had sex in a tub... to a boy... To a boy with no bellybutton, foreskin, and a tub fetish. Charlie groaned, pulling on his clothes at record speed and darting his way out of the Trager's with nothing but a wave.
Kyle was on the verge of breaking down, when he remembered the small object Declan had given him...
"Kyle? Are you all right in there?" Nicole knocked on Kyle's door. When all she heard was a non-committal grunt she flew in to find a highly sedate Kyle packing his few belongings. "You need any help?"
"It's not much to pack," Kyle sighed truthfully. Nicole still wore her sad smile.
While he hugged his foster family goodbye, Kyle knew this wasn't the end. Those odd people in the car were no more his parents than the Trager's. Less so because they didn't even care about him; they were just good actors. But Kyle supposed he had proved himself to be a half decent actor himself. When it came time to say goodbye to Declan, he faltered. The boy reached out his hand to be shook, which Kyle instantly took, but he used their linked hands to draw Declan into a man-hug. He suddenly wondered where he was going, dreading telling Declan what had just transpired with Charlie. Declan hugged him back with a fervour, and when they pulled away all-too-soon he could have sworn he heard a whispered "call me". Kyle grinned at that.
"I left you some things, Declan. They're in my room," Kyle murmured, glad to share that final moment with the boy he had entrusted his life with.
Kyle waved his final goodbyes, or not-goodbyes because goodbyes were all-too-sad, and climbed into the car with his "parents", the "Petersons". When they had put about a half-mile between him and his family Kyle burst out with a sudden, "You're good liars."
"As are you," 'Mom' said.